The drive isn’t long, just 286 kilometers, so I choose to to drive through quiet villages and farmland dotted with Frisian cows, just like the ones on my kibbutz. The day is beautiful, the green fields are of a deeper green, and out of nowhere, a tsunami of fear washes over me. Images of a tunnel carrying hundreds of thousands of tons of water above it race through my mind, along with the unreasonable crossing time I chose in my well-known thriftiness—three o'clock in the mo
